Leaving my mother's body, for the first time I learned the chill of cold air and the warmth of human hands.
Cradled by my father and carried out of that room, for the first time, I learned the extent of the
sky and the vast expanse of the world. Stepping off my everyday path, I learned my own laugh
which I'd never yet heard. Beyond...Beyond this planet..To learn what I still don't know. One more step beyond...
Closer to you.
Waiting for you. Waiting for your knock. The only thing that stands between us is a single door. Shining
my shoes and placing a piece of eternally fresh bread in my pocket, I prepare for my journey.
When you're ready, just look up at me. Right now, I'm just waiting for you...Waiting for your knock.
I thought that when I grew up, I could reach more and more. The delicious looking fruit beckoning from the highest branch.The beautiful shell hidden in the sand. If I could only stretch out my hand a little more…. But…. As everyone passes through the junctures of their life, they no longer stretch their hand to the sky, or crouch to the earth. Embarrassed, they ignore what they’d desired for so long. Will you reach out and grab me, grown up as I am?
If I were to compare a human’s heart with the ocean, the water would be stagnant. If I were to name the ripples on the water surface….Would it be happiness? Or anger? No. For this ocean, such a description is too shallow. If I want to know what lies upon the deep ocean floors… I would have to open my eyes in the stagnant water. Then swim downwards while enduring the icy deep kicking through the cold and heavy ocean waters. If I truly want to know the human known as myself….even if.. there is nothing there.
It isn't a shimmering glass ball that will shatter if grasped firmly.
It's a darkly lustrous ball of mud which only firms up when one squeezes it.
It's form may be uneven, but its the form of one's own fingers.
Not to make it a beautiful gem someday.
But to make it the world's most beautiful ball of mud.
First, we are born in the same galaxy. Born of the same species. Our lifetimes overlap. The meetings between humans are so unlikely as to be miraculous. To laugh, to cry, and to fall in love... Everyone is made up of a collection of 1% chances. Thus, I'm dazzled by the fact that there are so many miracles in this world. If there is a creator, he surely made this world too large. This is inconvenient for us small, fearful humans. For all the world's vastness, we can't measure the distance between ourselves. There are 6 billion of us, yet still, everyone is alone. That is why we are all frantically searching for that one person we need no distance from.